Enmu X Muzan

Ocean Eyes

I close my eyes and try to slow down my breathing as thousands of questions start emerging in my head.

Why? What did I do to deserve this? Why couldn't I just be an orphan or something? Why did I have to get this life?

As I desparately try not to scream and cry, I hear a quiet splash from the other side of the spring. My first thought is that it's probably just a leaf or the wind, so I ignore it, but as it gets stronger and closer to me, I lift my head to see what it is.

To see Muzan-sama. By now, he's right in front of me. Seeing his face is like a huge rock falling off of my chest. I had no idea how much I needed him. I honestly just want to bury my face in his neck and cry, but I don't move, just try to force a soft smile on my face to greet him with.

I hate that he always sees me in this state.

"Are you okay?" he asks in a soft and comforting voice. "Yes" I answer as I try to smile wider. "Are you sure?" he asks again, concerned. I can feel my tears building up behind my eyes, but I try with all my effort to keep them from falling. "Yes, I'm fine-" I lie as I fail, and a tear rolls down my cheek.

I bury my face in my hands, not sure what I feel. He pulls me in his chest and wraps his arms around me tightly. He squeezes me agains himself, the pressure around my body forcing a reliefing sigh to escape my mouth. It feels like his arms would push the negative thoughts out of me, though I can't stop crying.

"It's okay" he says in his deep, husky voice, -which actually makes it sound true-, while rubbing his fingers in my hair. I wrap my arms around his torso, and he leans closer to my face. "They can't hurt you anymore. And I won't let anyone treat you anything like that again. I promise."

As he says that, it rushes through my brain that he was the only one who ever treated me right.

The day he turned me into a demon, I wanted to die, and he tried to kill me, which made him look like a god in my eyes. And even though I haven't died after all, he didn't treat me like a cockroach. He noticed me, he praised me when I completed a mission successfully, and when I didn't, of course, he was mad, but brushed it off eventually, and told me to do better next time. And that's what made me love him in the first place.

I tighten my arms around him and bury my face deeper in his chest as my tears start falling harder, but from relief and happiness this time.

My eyes widen suddenly from panic. The demon slayers. I forgot about the demon slayers!

I try to release from the hug to face him and tell him, but he stops and pushes me back.

"It's okay, I just made them up." Another heavy rock falls off of my chest as I hear that, and I wrap my arms back around him.

Why do I always have to look so weakaround him? Why can't I just be strong for once? Why can't I just be myself?

Muzan POV

I bury my face in his hair and hug him as tight as I can, trying to let him know that I'm here for him with everything I have.

How could someone do that to him? He was just a child, and he didn't do anything.

As this runs through my brain, I stop to think a little. Am I getting emotional?

Children, that didn't do anything. I guess I've killed a few of those. But still, I don't feel guilt. I only hate the thought of it happening to Enmu. If anyone else would get hurt the way he had, I wouldn't feel anything.

"Let's get dressed and go home okay?" I say as I lean a little lower to his face. He looks up at me as soon as he hears my voice. The tears filling his eyes make them look like a real, turqoise ocean. But sad, deep and suffocating, not the happy-vacation-memories type it usually is.

"Okay" he says quietly, slowly releasing from the hug. I help him out of the water and we both get dressed (um yh, there still wet so there was no point in letting the clothes dry, but just ignore dat pls).

Nakime teleports us back to my room, where I give him another hug, honestly, not even to calm him, rather to calm myself. He looks better by now, but still, all of this just catched me so off guard. I saw all his memories coming back, I felt what he felt, but still not even half of it.

I release from the hug, and lead him to the bedroom while embracing his shoulder, where we both change.

When he's done, he gets in the bed, sitting and waiting for me, his eyes still a little red, the tears still slightly visible in them. Just a few seconds behind, I get in next to him. I put my arm around his shoulder, pulling him a bit closer. I kiss his forehead, and keep him in that position for a little while.

As I release him, he lays down and pulls the blanket on himself. I get up to turn the lights off, but he grabs my arm.

"Please stay" he says, his voice slightly fading away, the tear that was shining softly in his eye, rolling down his face, but almost fully hidden by the pillow under his head. With my free hand, I run my fingers through his hair as a way to comfort him.

"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I was just about to turn the lights off." He pauses a little, and slowly lets go of my arm. "Oh...sorry...okay then" I give him a soft smile, then do as I said.

As I lay down next to him, he snuggles in my chest and wraps his arms around me, which I return. He digs his fingers in my clothes deeply, and I can feel his little breaths getting lighter and slower, finnally relaxing.

I'm so glad that he needs me.